That Special Relationship: Round 2

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CLICK: Last time…

*Er, what you doing? …/squints…*

*What do you mean you’re protesting? …/purses lips… Oh, you’re protesting ME…*

*Piss taking bastard… /rolls eyes…*

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I figured I stay away from pics and music till…whatever or something. I had no idea if you’d even be up for this idea, and didn’t put any thought into it other than the basic premise of a general back and forth with no rules.

When I post music or pics, it’s for many reasons, up to and including no fucking reason at all. Just, something I found interesting or whatever at the time. Passing it along. Making a note. Sharing…I guess. /me shrugs.

I like being encouraged and try to encourage others. In my own way of course. Heh heh heh!

Speaking of which…

I lambasted that left-leaning right-winger guy over at The Slog on his new article today, but it didn’t post for some reason. His comment about 90+% of people ignoring the hygiene signs at hospitals just made me rofl after his rant calling everyone rodents and rats.

Germs?
In hospitals?!?!?

NO FUCKING WAY!!!

It’s full of sick people!!!

WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING!!! 😉

Next thing you know…

there’ll be germs FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!!

Meh…

We get a new President today…again…or something.

/me shrugs

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Congratulations! You were lucky in only having to suffer US version of Tony Blair for 8 years; we had to put with the original for ten… And still he doesn’t shut up. Yours will probably be the same unfortunately.

Music and pics: Okay, I agree. For me they are more Clicky’s domain – it’s how he ‘speaks’ */shrugs… Well it is…* I dunno, give an imaginary creature some trousers and they think they’re the only ones allowed to wear them. I’ll have a word, ask him to butt out… Perhaps he can top and tail these ping pong communiqués… *Happy? …/nods head…* He’ll be alright with that… *Okay… /rolls eyes…* and there’s always the comment section.

If you want to hear a proper rant about hospitals and hygiene, I would point you in the direction of The Underdog. Have you read any of the Anthology I sent you yet? Not all the authors in it are Limeys. Great video, btw, nearly 200 views of your battle with the packaging. Quite suspenseful at one point when my sellotaping looked to have the better of your switchblade.

So apart from being a pilot, you’re also a musician. I know you mentioned it on (currently out of phase) Sync Miss Forum, but remind me, how many different instruments is it you can play?

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How many instruments can I play? Or how many can I play well?

Can Play = several.
Can Play Well = zero.

^Laibach – Across the Universe (Official video), 1989^

Guitar, bass guitar, piano/keyboards and drums/percussion. But I consider myself a songwriter. It’s helps explain why I am such a poor musician, which helps explain the terrible music, which helps explain the shitty songs played shittily. 😉

I come from a musical family full of musicians, both amateur and full and part-time professional musicians. Yet I was not allowed to pursue music as a career. Not sure what I was supposed to pursue professionally…but neither were they…so…yeah…I wound up a JOAT-MON, or, Jack-Of-All-Trades…Master of None. Lotta “shitty and worthless jobs” that someone needed me to do, but not acceptable enough or good enough or well paying enough “to raise a family, be a productive and respectable member of society, and be a good son.” Oh…and there’s that being a good Christian in the eyes of God/Jesus that is acceptable enough to draw breath. That must explain the asthma and other illness(es).

A JOAT-MON is sometimes also known as a walking travesty, professional fuckup and completely worthless waste of space/flesh that should have never been born nor even conceived. Or at least…in my case.

To relate, a conversation I once had with my father with respect to a car accident I was just involved in…ended as such…

Cade: Is something wrong?
Cade’s Father: Yeah! I had my dick out, when it should have been in my pants.

MEANING: If I had not fucked your mother on that one particular occasion, you never would have been born, and I wouldn’t be here and now dealing with your sorry ass.
Ouch.

I was 23 years old and living in DC at the time, and had made the 1,300 mile drive down to Dallas for a visit. Got into a car accident, my fault … :/ …and he was trying to help me get my car more or less drivable for the 1,300 mile return journey in a basically undrivable car…which I somehow successfully made thanks to his help. I was and am thankful for that help. All of it. Yep, even the crusher. Not like I hadn’t heard something similar many times prior to that. But I learned an important lesson with respect to the difference between me and most. I see adversity as opportunity…NOT damnation or some kind of curse.

Sorry. I just don’t believe that God/the gods/The Universe is sitting around 24/7, dreaming up ways to make our lives a fucking nightmare of an existence. We can do that all on our own.

Sometimes… we can make even the best of dreams a nightmare with a word. “Nightmare” is a popular one. I can and have used that word myself many times, in situations that turned out just fine. Just…a few bumps here and there. Cliches usually come in handy at those points.

I guess I just hate the fact that we are sometimes SO FUCKING SURE…that tomorrow either ain’t coming, or if it does, that it ain’t worth suffering through. So…I try to live in the now. Eyes here, eyes there, eyes EVERYfuckingWHERE except the now…but focused primarily on the now as best as I can. It works for me…sometimes. 😉

I may have a shitty life, but I love it. I realize that in The Bible, Jesus said not to love you own life…so yet again…I fail. However, it allows me to at least attempt to respect my body a bit, which The Bible says is God’s Temple. The longer I can keep it alive, the more chance I have of being able to do something good with it. But “good” is subjective. I know how I feel. I get the feeling that God…whoever or whatever in the fuck that is, knows how I feel as well. He/She did create me afterall. Or at least…created the system that created me…so, yeah…created me. 😉

Holy FUCK!!! You’d think I like talking about myself or something.

I wouldn’t know.

Never done it before.

/me shrugs

^Love And Rockets – “All In My Mind”^

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So yeah…all that said…you really want to know about “The Alpha to Omega Bet”…and you also want to know if I really made a bet with God.

A: Yes

Q: About what/what was the bet?

A: Heh heh heh

Q: Who won?

A: Heh heh heh

Q: What was the bet/the stakes?

A: Heh heh heh

Not so fast. We’ll get there. 😉

^Wall Of Voodoo – Mexican Radio^

P.S. – Direct questions will be answered directly as best I can. That said, I appreciate your tact. ❤

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Jesus actually said that? Perhaps your dad was busy hating his own life that he felt able to say what he said to you. I had a similar but different conversation with my mum in my teenage years. She said, “Not that I don’t love you but you might want to consider not having children because having children is harder than you think. You have to sacrifice a lot.” Perhaps Jesus was addressing parents. I don’t know I wasn’t present.

Anyway, I took her words to heart because I didn’t want to have children for the longest time. I was very firm about it, too. And then one day, in my thirties, I got my period and started to cry over it and couldn’t stop. It occurred to me that I’d sacrificed a lot by heeding her words. That’s the thing about sacrifice, sometimes you don’t realise you’re doing it until you do. However, I’m glad I waited as long as I did because I feel as though Thoughtful Man and I hit the Jackpot knocking out the two that we have.

Hell, I know we hit the Jackpot, same as I know I hit the Jackpot having the parents I did and marrying the man that I have. If you are a JOAT-MON then I am Jackpot Girl…

*Clicky, I realise Cade disregarded my suggestion, but that doesn’t mean I have… /thinks… Although…*

Ian Dury apparently contracted polio as a kid from visiting a seafront swimming pool in Southend. The swimming pool no longer exists but I have visited it, as its foundations form part of a seafront casino…

Not that I frequent casinos very much. I have visited Las Vegas but that was more to see Tom Jones in concert than to gamble. In fact on the second day we were there I was approached by a security officer, who asked me, “Miss, are you okay?” Thoughtful Man was playing blackjack at a table and I’d been wandering aimlessly around rooms filled with rows of slot machines. I had a $20 note in my pocket, I just didn’t want to play. Possibly the look on my face was bad for business, hence the approach. More probable was that they thought I was up to no good. In any case it was a shock to be singled out for attention.

You made a bet with God?
Does God know?

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If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give up your life for me, you will find it.
– Matthew 10:39

OK…so I paraphrased. But there are several references to that same quote in the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. The Bible is a tough read anyway. Especially when the vast majority of it in “spoken aloud” format has been screamed at you from some “fire and brimstone” pulpit telling you what a worthless shitbag you are. Some great stuff in there tho irrespective of the perception of it and it’s contents.

It’s pathetic that “the wise, educated and learned” can quote from anything, from anyone, from anywhere…EXCEPT “The Bible.” All of a sudden, you are a religious zealot quoting from the wrong book(s) and need to be “shown the way” to “true” enlightenment.

I dunno. Seems to me that…

Enlightenment = Enlightenment.

Contextually…Adjectives = Trouble.

Auxiliary Verb
Perfect (Grammar) (Redirected from Perfect aspect)

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*Okay, we’re play it by ear then, Clicky… /pats snout… Look, I said you could tail this round, so why don’t you just give us a Song?*

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*Don’t push it!*

 

Kitty Syncs A Fishy…

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WEDNESDAY – AFTER MIDNIGHT

“Mum!”

A shadow hovered about me. I slide the headphones off my ears and attempted to look up.

“What’s up Kitty?” I asked, still dragging my eyes away from my PC screen. I’d been talking to Hugo, reading and listening to music.

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“So, the fish was just in the sink, already broken, when you went in to brush your teeth?” I asked a pensive looking Kitten. “Okay, then, that is weird. Have you picked up all the pieces and put them aside? Dad might be able to fix it.”

He looked relieved. “Yeah. I told you, it was weird. You like weird stuff.” Kit Kat gave me a fancy bow and a wave…

*A bit more Rimmer, Clicky… /thinks… Like he was doing me a favour… How the fuck do you describe that? Thanks anyway… /pats snout…*

“Goodnight, mother dearest.”

“Do I have to go to bed?” Loopy called over, without breaking from his battle with a hoard of pixelated whatevers.

“No, you can stay up with me. You’re on holiday this week, remember?” I told him.

“Cool.”

Kit Kat and I synchronised eye rolls – Loopy would sit in that chair forever, if we let him. I kissed the top of Kitten’s head ‘goodnight’, and he left for bed.

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FRIDAY 28th October 2016  – between about 1600h to 1611h

Conversation between Roo B Doo and son Kitty Doo about where fought/thought/fault/fort/forte lies…

“But technically, it wasn’t me. It was gravity. I just gave it a little nudge.”

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THURSDAY – AFTERNOON

Thoughtful Man was sitting at his computer and I at mine. All was peaceful in the Library as I started to read the latest post from my good friend, Cade. I’d only got to the bit about inserting the lie, when I remembered…

*Yes, Clicky, that clown… Don’t do that! You’ll make me lose my concentration…*

“Shit! I forgot to tell you,” I told Thoughtful Man. I rushed upstairs to see Kit Kat. He was doing whatever teenage boys do in their bedrooms. I always knock… well you never know…

*Clicky, stop trying to distract me… Writing…*

“Where’s that fish you broke? Come show it to Dad. He might be able to fix it.”

Kitten was lounging in his Captain’s chair and got up begrudgingly, as teenage boys are want to do. He collected the fish pieces from the bathroom, handed them over and then followed me back downstairs, with a gracelessness that only 15 year old boys can truly muster.

“This fish…” I turned the body of the fish over in my hands and stopped. “Oh, it says made in Mexico. Did we buy this in Grenada or Phoenix? I thought it was Grenada.” I passed the broken pieces across to Thoughtful Man.

“Arizona,” he replied, attempting to fit them together. Part of the head had smashed off and a fin. He inserted the few straggler shards and held it up for inspection. “Traveled a long way, this fish to come live with us. Yeah, I’ll glue that back together. How did it happen?”

I felt Kit Kat stiffen from across the room, where he was taking a suspiciously long pause in the doorway…

*He wasn’t smoking! Clicky, please, go do something else…*

“Oh it’s really weird,” I explained to Thoughtful Man. “The other night when Kit Kat went to brush he teeth, he found it, broken in the sink. An earthquake is a more likely than it spontaneously leap of faith, wouldn’t you say, Kitty?”

I turned to my son,  inviting him to give his opinion on the flying/jumping/shaking fish phenomenon he’d tried to palm me off with the other night.

Kitten looked at me before answering. “It was really weird,” the Boy That Breaks Things offered his father with a shrug and knowing smile.

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THURSDAY – AFTER MIDNIGHT

Kit Kat slouched into the Library and sat in Thoughtful Man’s chair.

“Mum, do you want anything from the kitchen?” he asked me. He’s always been thoughtful like that, especially if he wants something in return. Usually food.

“No thanks. Listen, come over here.” I beckoned him over to show him the image I’d created. “I’m writing a LoL post for you, ‘cos I wrote Loobie one, the other day,” I said brightly.

He sat on the arm of my big chair and gave a nod. “S’okay. You writing a post for me? Am I in it?”

“Will you read it?” I asked him.

“I don’t like reading,” he countered. He can be brutally honest went he wants to be.

“Then that’s your punishment for breaking my fish.” I pushed him off my armrest and he returned to his father’s seat. “I’ll tell you what, though, you provide me with three things, any three random things, and I’ll include them in it.”

Accidentally broke your fish, which is actually my fish because you gave it to me for my toothbrush.” Kit Kat sighed, resigned to playing along to make me happy. He thought for a bit. “It’s about a cheaply made fish that I accidentally broke, so… The first thing is a really expensive fish…”

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Friday 28th October – Middayish, an hour after getting up

Opens unsolicited email from MJM, friend from the Blue and Y’Ello Universes.

It reminds me of Antismokers eternally blowing hot air about smoking and vaping destroying the known universe…

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“An expensive fish? Of course, what else?” I asked. He furrowed his brow before answering slowly.

Benjamin Franklin…”

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Friday 28th October – Middayish

Ninth email, from Frank, friend from the Red Universe, in an electronic missive chain discussing… well, that’s between him and me but it involves some of characters of the MEROVEE crew… They’re a fun crowd…

Come On Franklin. It’s going to be a fun trip.

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Kit Kat’s ‘I-really-couldn’t-care-less’ concentration was suddenly broken by the entrance of a mad dooshund, wrestling with a limpish sock from side to side. It had been quietly lying in the dirty laundry pile.

“Poppy! Let that go, let that go,” Loopy cried, springing up from his chair and attempted to gently prise the white material from the jaws of certain shaken death. “Come on, Poppy, give it to me.”

“And a sock!” Kit Kat exclaimed. “Expensive fish, Benjamin Franklin and a sock,” he finished with a flurry that matched jerky movements of the reluctantly dancing sock…

*Oh for gawd’s sake… /looks skywards…*

“Yes. This sock,” Loopy stated, giving me the sopping wet item before returning to his chair with our darling Popstar for a licky cuddle.

“Okay,” I said, putting the sock down and grabbing my headphones. “Anything else?”

Kitten looked at me thoughtfully. “Yeah, can you remind dad that my game comes out tomorrow?”

“Oh, I’m sure he already knows,” I said. “You’ve been heralding its arrival every bloody day since your birthday.”

*Ha! He saves his money and look at the fuck off size book it comes with, Clicky… /sighs at the irony… He’s never gonna read all that… /looks around… What’s left to do?*

*A Song? Nah, I don’t think it’s finished yet… Hey! Where are you going? Don’t piss off now… /huffs… Fuck it… /lights up, sits back, smokes…*